A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 3 by Lora Ann

A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 3

 

The SUV was warm and toasty with Lynrd Skynrd singing “Christmas Time Again” on the Blue Tooth. Only Nik would have rock Christmas songs. She fought the giggle when his boiling gaze he sent her reminded her of what just happened, or rather, almost happened, in the restaurant. Aimee swallowed hard, remembering how close she’d almost come, literally. He shook his head, placing both hands on the steering wheel. “I’m seriously reconsidering how I punish you,” his voice authoritative as he looked away from her.

Her very pregnant hormones striking hurt at letting him down, which brought tears to her eyes. But her naughty side, who wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, wouldn’t hear of it. He was legitimately torn on what to do with her. Evidence of that was in the straight line of his shoulders and his tight jaw. He was too damn sexy. Her nails scraped along his inner thigh and, quick as lightening, he grabbed them with a firm nod of his head, making her throat dry. “Get in the backseat,” he commanded.

She studied him for a moment, realizing he was serious. “But I…”

“Four. And so help me, if you don’t move now, I won’t be responsible for what happens.” Aimee swiped at the tears. Nik’s voice instantly softened. “Little one, you trust me? You know I love you?”

“Yes,” she sniffled, “but you’re mad at me.”

“More like suffering from a mad case of blue balls!” His eyes wide.

“That’s really it?”

“No,” he sighed. “On our way out, I caught some asshole stripping you with his eyes.”

“Oh, Nikko. Some men have no respect. But I promise, I never noticed him.”

“Bastard had lust written all over his face. Honestly, Lille, I still want to march back in there and kick his ass.”

“Tell me how to distract you,” she purred.

He closed his eyes, wanting more than anything to try something new with her. “In the back. Now.”

Her ass was right in his face as she maneuvered to follow his order. It took every ounce of strength Nik possessed not to pull her over so she could ride his face. Instead, he bit her. Her yelp said it wasn’t a playful nip. She rubbed the tender cheek. “That was a little hard.”

“If you have an objection to rough, say so now,” he warned.

She gasped, “Omigod! What have you done with my husband?”

A searching gaze told him she was playing. He schooled his features. “Take off your clothes.”

“Ummm…everything?”

He gave her a firm nod, dangling her panties on his pinky. “I already have my favorite item.”

She giggled, releasing her heavy breasts from the confines of her bra. “And here I thought this was your fave.” The bra went flinging through the air and landed on the rearview mirror. Aimee howled in laughter. “She shoots, she scores.”

Nik beamed at her silly sense of humor. Damn he’d missed it. Things had been so serious, for what he now realized was too long. He made a vow to himself not to let stress steal these precious moments away again. Getting back into his role, he demanded, “Put your feet on the back of the seats. Yeah, like that. Only…open your legs more. More. Fucking perfect,” he hissed, angling the mirror, with bra still draped, so all he saw was his wife’s gorgeous pink pussy. The windows were heavily tinted but he wanted light only he could see, then remembered the aft console had a dim one. He lifted the top and pushed it, relishing how the designers had thought to make something that wouldn’t blind the driver. Matter of fact, it didn’t even light up past her protruding belly. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he said with not a little awe.

Aimee shook her head. “You’ve got that all wrong, Nikko. You’re a god.” Her fingers began to travel to her exposed pussy.

“Stop!” he barked.

She stilled. He winked before continuing, “I love that you think that of me, Lille. Now, no touching yourself. Just let me admire my treasure.”

Ah, hell. Those words made her hot and so damn horny. Every time she saw him sneak a peek at her very open pussy, she became wetter. The wet spot left on the seat giving evidence to just how excited she was when he commanded, “Grab my coat, and get inside.”

*****

Nik wasted no time yanking his coat from her amazing body. He’d always loved her full hips; now fuller due to the baby she was carrying. Her tits more voluptuous. Her ass spilling over his hands as he grabbed each check with force and hauled her to him. “I need you,” his confession raw.

Her fingers threaded in his hair as he nipped along her neck and bit down on the tender spot just before her shoulder. She cried out, “Again.”

He couldn’t remember who was supposed to be leading anymore. All he knew was she was his, and he needed to worship her. He tore his clothes off in a whirlwind of motion, then knelt and continued his oral assault of each breast, nipple, until she was crying out in ecstasy. With each firm swat to her ass, he counted, “One, Two, Three,” stopping.

She was beyond turned on. The sting from his palm bringing the orgasm to a whole new level of holy-fuck-do-it-again. Her mutterings completely unintelligible when he buried his face between her legs and latched on to her engorged clit, sending Aimee out of this universe.

Her screams of utter abandon sent Nik into a frenzy. He had to have more, had to bring her over and over again. Punish her with nothing but sheer pleasure. Her gasps and cries, along with ragged breaths told him she was a satisfied woman. But he needed her to know, she was more than that. She was his whole world. His wife—given to him so he could love, honor and cherish her forever and ever. He eased her leg off his shoulder and held her so she wouldn’t fall, laying her down on the floor. Positioning himself between her legs, “Open for me, Lille,” he rasped his voice thick with need.

Her gaze met his as he watched the flames rise. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself, fighting the urge to come all over her tits. She licked her lips, glancing down at him. “God, your beautiful when you do that for me,” she purred in appreciation. “Tease me with that big, amazing cock.”

He did as she wanted. Barely holding himself back, the tip of him inside her warm, entrance. “Look at me, Aimee,” he whispered between ragged breaths, “Watch as I show you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes fixed on his lick-able abs. He didn’t realize she couldn’t see where they were connected. As if he read her thoughts, his gaze met hers. Eyes locked he entered her fully and she gasped out, “Make love to me.”

Nik had no objection to giving his wife everything her heart desired. Thankful, once more, that it was him she chose.

*****

Aimee lay next to her sleeping husband in front of the fireplace as silent tears fell. She couldn’t believe how blessed she was, or how much she wanted to wake him and continue where they’d left off only a couple of hours ago. Tugging the blanket free of his magnificent body, she sat to just admire him. A sleepy gaze met hers as he pulled her to him.  “Why are you crying, little one?”

“They’re happy tears,” she assured.

He laced his fingers in her hair and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

A gush of cold air met them, followed by, “Ho. Ho. Whoa! Cover that shit up, man!”

Nik quickly covered his wife from his brother’s gaze. “What the hell, E?”

The room began to fill with family and “Merry Christmas!”

Aimee didn’t care that they were caught in a rather embarrassing situation. All she thought was it was indeed a very merry Christmas now that those they loved most had arrived.

The End

Copyright ©2016 Lora Ann

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A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 2 by Lora Ann

 

A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 2

 

God, she had no desire to leave the scene before her. Her husband made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the universe. Not from the amazing orgasm they just shared—which, quite frankly, was mind-blowing—but the way his eyes drank her in as she tugged the little dress back in place.

Nik lay there appreciating his gorgeous wife. He growled at the thought of any other man checking her out. Her gaze lit on his. There was still so much desire dancing in those grayish-green flames, making him realize how he’d let her down in this department. He loved her with a ferocity that took his breath away. Yet, he couldn’t stop the past ghosts who crept along his memory banks. A stray tear slid down his cheek as he whispered, “I love you more each and every day, Lille.”

Aimee fought the lump in her throat, speaking around it, “I fall in love with you again and again. Like now,” she leaned forward and kissed the moisture on his cheek, “I just fell head over heels once more.”

“Do we really need to go out,” he half pleaded with her as he cupped her jaw.

She let out a deep sigh, fighting with herself. A night alone in the mountains doesn’t come along very often. Hell, a night with just them didn’t happen hardly ever anymore. She loved her ever-growing family, but with all the upheaval and fighting so many enemies, these times were precious. That was when it hit her: his tear wasn’t only for her. “You miss her.”

He nodded, “Yes. But not the way you’re thinking.” A quirked brow told him his very sexy wife was about to get sassy. Fuck, he loved her sass; but, what did he say to bring it on?

“And you’re a mind reader?” She pursed her lips.

The chuckle burst out before he could lasso it, earning him a glare of discontent. Shit! “All I meant was, I didn’t want you thinking I loved her more.”

Aimee used his shoulders to steady herself before marching across the room. She didn’t realize Nik had followed until she spun around on a gasped, “How the hell do you do that?!”

This time he guarded his reactions, studying her. She’d always been a saucy little thing. Something he truly loved about her. Matter of fact, it was the first thing he fell in love with. His large paws gentling on her shoulders, “I fell in love with you the very first time you told me off.”

“I don’t…” Wait! What did he just say? “It wasn’t the allure of mystery and danger the night of the masquerade?”

“Oh, that definitely stuck with me—for years. But no, it was when you thought I’d lost my ever-lovin’ mind asking you to marry me.”

She blushed, knowing that was when it was for her, too. A soft whispered, “Me too,” escaped as her watery gaze met his. “You were so damn sure of yourself and your conviction to protect me.”

“I still am,” he announced without a hint of apology.

She exhaled heavily, releasing her frustration. “We don’t have to go out.” Her fingers walking along his heavy defined abs.

He drew in a long breath. “Turn around,” he whispered, knowing he had to be quick or he’d strip her again and spend the evening finding every new way to bring her pleasure.

 

*****

The restaurant was full of lovers, Nik noticed as they sat sipping sparkling cider. He decided teasing was in order to make their night of naughty-sweet-nothings more special. A piece of chocolate lava cake hung between them. “Open for me,” the double entendre not lost on her.

The slow lick of her lips was followed by the press of her knee against his. “Always,” she whispered, making sure he was aware her legs were parted underneath the table.

Naughty little bitch! Fuck, she turned him on. He half growled, “Slowly.”

Her gaze sparking with fire as she held his, debating on playing his game. Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted? Her husband’s attention focused solely on her. Hell, yes! She loved all of him, but especially this very wicked side. Having this Nordic god commanding her body, her mind, was unlike anything she could put into words. Her mouth opened for the rich treat he placed on her tongue. She pressed her leg more firmly against his and moaned, “Mmmmm.”

A few stares were given with knowing grins from other patrons before Nik rasped, “Draw every eye on yourself again, and I’ll punish you for it.”

What the hell?! When had her husband become…like…she searched for the word, then snapped her fingers as she snapped them mentally. “Dom,” she blurted out.

The mischievous and oh-so-telling gleam in his eyes answered her list of questions running around in her mind. “That’s one,” he said, holding up a finger.

“One, what?” Shock still in the forefront from what she knew to be true: He’d been talking to his brother E! Nik wasn’t Mr. Warm-and-Cozy when it came to intimate conversations. The fact he went to his well-known brother, a.k.a. the master, for a little advice in the bedroom threw her for a loop.

“Your first punishment.” He took a bite of the dessert in the most alluring, tempting way she’d ever seen.

“Wait! Why?” her petulant tone coming forward.

“Two,” he affirmed as he slid another piece of cake in her gaping mouth.

She stared in utter disbelief, damn near choking on the food. Her spluttered, “Are you for reals?” bringing a deep chuckle from him. Aimee was about to ask why he was laughing at her when it clicked, she sounded just like their niece Ari! An embarrassed confession, “You can tell I’ve been hanging out with a teenager,” was followed by, “Just what kind of punishment are we talking about?”

His raised brow told her she was skating on a third one. He heard her sharp intake of breath. Didn’t she know by now he’d never, ever hurt her? Deciding to ease her fears, he admitted, “Punishment of pleasure, little one.”

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she exhaled. Aimee liked where this would lead and made up her mind not to let the crazy hormonal thoughts have their way anymore that night. She knew Nik, knew he loved her more than life itself. Finally onboard with his seduction game, she squeezed his fingers. “I trust you.”

Thank God! He’d been worried his idea was going down the crapper at a rapid speed. His gaze travelled over her full tits, nipples peaked from the slight chill in the air, making him shift in his seat to adjust his throbbing cock. He raised his eyes, observing chocolate at the corner of her mouth, before meeting hers. Holy hell! The flames were igniting. With the tip of his index finger, he spread the decadent frosting across her cupid bow lips. “Don’t lick it off,” he demanded.

Her lids fluttered as her breathing hitched from the anticipation, then flew wide when his hand traveled up her dress. “I…I-I’m not sure…” She glanced all around to see if anyone was paying attention. They were in a back corner. Windows all around with a fabulous view of the lake. Her search provided other information, as in it was darker where they were than any other place in the restaurant. The flicker of a lone candle set center on the table giving her a why that was.

“Relax, Lille,” he mumbled in her ear, “I won’t let a soul see your body obey me.”

“Ah, damn, say that again,” she moaned and lifted her hips, letting him relieve her of the pretty panties.

Covertly using his linen napkin as a decoy, he lifted the emerald silk, only she could see tucked inside, to his nose. His deep inhalation followed with an appreciative, “You smell good enough to eat,” brought heat to her cheeks and a very different heat further down. He then chuckled low and rasped, “Oh, that’s right…I did.”

My God the man, her husband, was going to make her spontaneously combust. One would think, after all this time together, that wasn’t possible. Aimee was not a shy woman. Yes, being pregnant brought about some insecurity, but she was more than capable of sultry. Calling upon her inner goddess, she trailed her finger along her chocolate covered bottom lip. Nik watched in rapt fascination as her hand disappeared under the table. “Want another taste?” she challenged.

He growled in her ear, “Three. Now,” holding her hand between her legs, “tease yourself.” A little jerk of her fingers told him she wasn’t completely sure how far he wanted to take this. “Don’t you dare come,” he assured, keeping his hand on her upper thigh so he could feel her fingering herself.

Aimee’s head rested on Nik’s shoulder. For anyone who thought to glance over at the erotic scene taking place, all they’d notice was couple canoodling at the table. They’d assume correctly that this was going all the way in a more private setting. She entered herself and moved in and out with deliberate precision, glancing up to see Nik’s lids grow heavy. On a whim, she switched hands, bringing a wet finger to his mouth. His moan of pleasure sent shivers all over her body. Again, he growled, “No. Don’t.”

His barley contained rapture, sending her on the precarious edge of bliss. “I can’t stop,” she pleaded for the release as he stilled her small hand in his.

The inferno that met her gaze told her he was right there, too. “Check. Please,” came out in a rumble of need as he called over their server.

 

Copyright ©2016 Lora Ann

 

Part 3 coming tomorrow!

A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 1 by Lora Ann

 

A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 1

 

Mascara brought out the green in her eyes as they scrutinized the black dress for the hundredth time. She tugged and angled her body, the baby bump drawing her hands to rub lovingly. “I love you, precious,” turning once more, “But, tonight, Mommy is going for sexy.” The little kick inside her womb reminding her that the love growing inside was the most beautiful blessing. Life was a gift she never wanted to take for granted. However, her husband had been so worried about her, the baby, and his brothers, that he’d distanced himself physically. Sure, he held her close, kissed her tenderly, talked to their bundle of joy often, and told Aimee how much he loved her frequently. But she needed more. Connection. Heat. Passion. To feel like a desired woman again.

With a fortifying breath, she went in search of Nik. They were the only ones staying at E’s place in the mountains. The rest of the family would be arriving in the next few days for Christmas. She glanced outside to see the soft flurries falling. Nothing heavy to prevent their date night. He was crouched in front of the fire, a gorgeous sight, she thought, admiring the hard muscle and lines of her husband’s delectable form—pure male perfection. Her small hands massaged his tense shoulders as she whispered, “Tonight is ours. Only you and me. Let everything else go.”

His large hand captured hers as he brought it to his mouth for a reverent kiss. Aimee fought the tears of the sweet gesture. She loved this man so, so much. Maybe she shouldn’t try seducing him and simply enjoy what he was most willing to give. She leaned forward to place her lips on the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. The sexy herbal mix with his natural spice igniting her pheromones.

 

*****

Nik heard his wife’s soft moan. God, she was the sexiest woman alive. He still wasn’t sure he deserved her, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating the gift. He pulled her around to face him. His breath stilled. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe the beauty before him. Her eyes sparkled not just from pregnancy, but something else. Love was definitely there in spades. But there was a hint of more, burning brighter as his gaze devoured her from head to toe, toe to head.

His fingers traced along her jaw before coming to rest on her lips. A fuckable mouth he was all too aware of as his heated gaze locked on hers. “If we don’t leave now, little one…” he half growled out the threat, the promise of what he wanted to do with her.

She took a step backwards and preened for his pleasure, bringing out his appreciative, “You’re beautiful.” Aimee stopped with her back to his front. “Zip me?” She was torn between building the anticipation of what was to come, or diving right in. His nail gently scraped along her spine as she held her breath.

He valued delayed gratification. The building up and teasing an exciting part of love making. But the truth was, it’d been a long time since they’d been alone together. He knew she thought he no longer desired her. Nothing was further from the truth. She was more radiant, more stunning, as her ever-growing belly reminded him moment by moment of their love. He drew along her bra straps first with his fingertips, then the tip of his tongue. Fighting the urge to rip her clothes off, his hands went to her hips, fingers digging a little too hard as he pulled her body against his. Hips began to grind against a more than willing ass. She pushed back and he released her. Both breathing heavily, he turned her, bringing them face to face. “Tell me now, Lille, what you want.”

She angled her gaze to his and confessed, “You.”

“You have me,” he vowed.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, reaching to tease along his zipper with her long glittered ruby red nails. “And…I need you.”

He pressed her hand against his erection and held it there, grinding against her palm, he rasped, “You’re right. Appetizer first.”

Before she could utter a word, his mouth was on hers while her dress pooled at her feet. His tongue sliding along hers with the promise of what he was going to do to her. God, she didn’t want to wait and gasped into his mouth, “Entrée.”

“You are hungry,” he nipped at her lips.

Oh, fuck, she needed him doing that to her pussy. “Very,” she admitted.

“Hmm…” he hummed with force down the line of her neck, sending shivers.

A tilt of her head gave him more access as she reached to free his heavy cock from its confines. Her fingers stroking the length, once, twice, before she wrapped her hand around his girth. He was a big man, especially here, and her fingers could not touch. Her appreciation mewled out, “I want you in my mouth.”

He groaned between her voluptuous tits, “You first.”

She squeezed as she moved her hand from head to root and back again. “Together.”

His mouth now sucking at her nipple. He gently pulled her to the floor so she was astride his shoulders. He traced the line of her pretty emerald green silk panties much like he’d done with her matching bra. Easing them to the side as his tongue teased her most sensitive spot. “So close, little one.”

Her gasp along his head confirmed what her body was already telling him. But then, as the tip of her tongue swirled in his arousal, she knew he was right there with her.

Copyright ©2016 Lora Ann

 

Part 2 coming tomorrow!

Processing the Death of My Father

 

The wind howled, whipping through the trees, an angry beast demanding the boughs groan and bend under its fury. Inside, the monster known as cancer was claiming yet another precious life. Mother and daughter watched over him, calming him to the best of their ability. Pain meds took fifteen minutes to administer, and what a fight it had been, resigning to blowing in his face to force a swallow—much like one did for an infant. Speech no longer intelligible, making communication that of reading body language. Though control over his body was no longer his either.

 

His wife of forty-eight years was exhausted. This turn of events taking everyone by surprise. Only two short weeks earlier he wanted to fight this giant. Sure, the doctors had told him he only had four to six months left, but that wasn’t stopping any of us. Only two months had passed since the diagnosis, and while traditional medicine couldn’t help, we were all willing to try alternative. But all of that changed about week after I arrived with my children in tow. All we could do was love on him as this brave warrior laid down his sword and let God take him home.

 

The night he passed away vividly dances in my mind. Still so much to process after nearly a month has gone by. We buried him the day before Thanksgiving. Being a Christian family with strong faith doesn’t ease the pain and heartbreak, but it does bring you to humble awareness of just how fragile life truly is and how we really aren’t masters of our lives. Nor does it erase how one person touches so many. The reminder lovingly demonstrated before our eyes.

 

All day family and friends had filtered in to say goodbye. Hymns were sung, even a choir came by. Phone calls came in from those who couldn’t get there in time. Prayers said, hugs and tears, even laughter. His sense of humor was incredible and all of us benefited from that gift.

 

The wind had sent something into the window, sounding a lot like gravel pinging the glass, waking me from a moment of rest. By two in the morning, one of my cousins sent a text telling him how much he meant to her. Dad’s moaning was loud and I knelt beside him, held his hand and read the message from niece to beloved uncle. Mom woke to my voice, tears mixed with a smile. For the next four hours, we did all we knew to do to love on him, talk to him, pray over him. Every now and then, a heavily slurred “help me” was audible from him. It took us a while to realize he wasn’t talking to us, he was praying one of the most powerful prayers. One by one we were watching each organ, each system shut down. He grew more and more agitated. His lungs filling with fluid was loud and unmistakable that the end was near. We put on a CD of his favorite Gospel songs and after a couple of minutes of extreme flailing he settled. A peace came over him and that pitiful wet balloon sound silenced. He was still breathing, so we stepped no more than two feet from him to talk.

 

After several minutes, Mom glanced over at him and screamed. The sight was too disturbing for her. Grabbing some sponges and paper towels to clean up the dark liquid leaking from my dad’s mouth, I did my best to give her those last few moments. His breathing had stopped, his eyes glassy, but as I was given the honor of taking care of this last thing for my dad, I saw the final beats of his heart.

 

Daddy went to be with Jesus that morning. No more pain. No more suffering. My heart may be forever broken, but It is only goodbye for now.